Press and daily Dakotaian. (Yankton, Dakota Territory [S.D.]) 1880-1889, 1887-11-15

trains, In carriages or on foot, n 10y
noon fully ID. 900 were within the enclos-
IRE, or scattered along the half mile OF
country lane between it aud the depot.
Thirty cars were in waiting Tor the fu-
neral party, but even aftersthis number
mad made three trips there were thous.
ands upon thousands who were com
PEELED to "relinquish their Intention of
taking part in the final ceremonies, and
TO remain In the city.
The casket was horne from the depot
upon the shoulders ofeight men, and tba
procession was headed by four women in
deep mourning, upon whose shoulders
rested an immense floral crown, with a
smaller one of Grape in the interior. This
collins were placed upon a platform that
mad been erected Immediately in front of
the receiving vault, and the 10, 600 spec
uapors gathered around. The shadows
of evening were falling, and as Capt.
Black stepped forward and raised
his hand, hats were taken off and a deed
silence fell on the vast throng. The
counsel for the men whose remains
rested at his feet, spoke at length. He
told his hearers that they had coma to
do honor to the soldiers and martyrs Of
truth, They had lost their lives In her
service, and they were numbered with
those that in all history had died for the
same cause They believed that there
were social conditions In this ountr
that had wrought great injustice to a
large part OF the people, and with parity
OF soul aud %singleness of purpose they
had devoted themselves to the cure of
what they thought was a great and ter
rlbie wrong. Their hearts ached for the
human race. and they longed to help it.
They were kind hearted, tender, manly,
noble men. They %worshipped God by
striving their utmost to benefit their fell
lowmen, and it was in this strife that
they offered up their lives. They were
not standing there by the bodies of fell
ons. There was nothing disgraceful
about their death. They died forIiberty,
for the sacred right of untrammelled
speech, and for humanity, and his hear
ers should be proud that they had
been their friends. In concluding
the speaker read a poem written, it is
supposed, by August spies, a few days be-
fore his DEATH 1t expressed his perfect
Willingness to die and the hope that his
friends would not weep for him. 1t was
dark when Capt. Black concluded. The
Mannerchor sang a funeral hymn and
the Robert Reitzel. editor of Der Arme
TeufeltThe Poor Devil, OF Detroit, stepped
to the front of the five collins. He spoke
in German. Loud was his voice and ex.
cited was his manner. This is
what he said: 81 cam with
the intention to make u terrible
accusation. Not an accusation against
the horde OF church-goers, who in their
self-righteousness rejoice in loud tones
that the five men whose remains we on
sign to the dust are dead; not against
the hangman of this county, who is
called sheriff by the brutes in human dis
guise, who clamor for the life and blood
OF the poor; not against the jury who
obeyed the mandate of the brutes, but
against the w~orkingmen, because they
stood calmly by, when Ave of their best
men were foully and brutality murdered.
In the agonies of death, these
Ave men expected that the heinons
crime committed against them would bs
avenged in a stream of blood, and thew
had a right to expect it. Lingp. he
brave, the heroic, the manly, was right
when he said that representation in
these days is a crime. Here, in the pres.
elce OF these murdered men, swear to IL
you will organize to evenge this
crime visited upon you by those who
hate you-n I'VE swear,n came the
sullen growl from many. 1t was not
possible to identify any one In the dark
ness. I'VE AFFIRM" continued the
speaker, that we will have blood for |
blood. We do not grieve over |
these men who are dead, but |
do grieve that ia this |
murder most foul can be com
nltted under the guise of authority and |
aw. We grieve at ourselves that we |
lid mo- rise in L might aud pre- |
rent this crime. Think Of the vow Won |
rave just made. Do not tremble. Re |
nen. Night Is falling fast, and 1 shall
lose. In this darkening hour, think of
he and sorrow which society
las brought over those we love. Let me
,ppeal to you with Herweigh. we have
low suffered long enough; now let us
hate.,n
The harangde caused an irresistable
'utburst OF applause, The untamed
anguage was the key which unloosened
he pent-up-hatred. IL that speech had
'een delivered In the streets of the city,
ne simple word of command wouldhaye
ufticed to set free an Infatuated mol
whose rage would have known no bounds. |
Thomas j. Morgan, the leader OF the
ocialistie labor element, was the next
He was brief, Gbu. rancorous.
nd the whispered remarks that passed
round the throng were an Indication of
he intoxication of hatred.
Albert curtin, editor OF the Arbeiter
followed Morgan. He is 9
.angerous man in infiaming the passions,
md his following is rapidly assuming the
roportions which had that of the one
iine editor of the anarchist organ, who
J now in his grave. His speech was OF
most inflammatory character, and
reused the passions 81 his hearers to the
highest pitch. Cheers, groans, cries
every sentence. When he had
.oncluded, the doors of the receiy-
ng vault were opened ana while the
dannerchor sang a farewell hymn.
%cot1ins, one by one, were carried In.
Rhen the last one had been deposited in
Is place the doors were again closed,
nd locked. The band played a final
Urge, and the curtain had fallen on thesj
asst act OF the Hsymarket drama.
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